WHERE IS MY BRIDE

© RYAN GUILEY

Just where is my bride?

The one with pretty brown eyes,

Who needs to be embrace,

The one with a beautiful face.

 

The smell of her conditioner hair,

When she speaks, sends out a glare,

I want to hold her so tight,

And always keep her with my might.

 

I have a feeling that I will get to see you in real life soon.  No more hidden disguises, but really you.

We are going to make it happen, because we believe in each other.

I will be strong, and I will be courageous,

since I have you.